Casting spells

"Do you think you can kill me with just a few living dead? Someone tried it just now, but unfortunately, he failed, and you are no exception." Zhang Cheng responded indifferently.

Perhaps it was the previous crushing battle that built up his confidence, or maybe it was the aversion to the undead that overcame everything. In short, he felt that the tension and fear in his heart were rapidly fading away, replaced by an inexplicable calmness, no fear at all The threat revealed in the other party's words.

"Hahahaha! Do you think those ragtag syndicate bandits can be compared with us?"

With a disdainful laugh, the black shadow slowly took off his hood, revealing a face that looked like the scene of a car accident.

Especially the dense sutures on the left side and the dark green mucus oozing from the sutures are like a nightmare from a nightmare. I believe this face alone is enough to scare away more than 90.00% of the living people.

Of course, compared to the large white larvae wriggling around the eye sockets, a stitched face seems nothing to be fussed about.

No wonder that when the Forsaken first appeared in the game, even as a member of the tribe, they still had a cold relationship with the other three races.

I'm afraid that in addition to his dark demeanor, even an orc with a rough aesthetic style would be disgusted by his face alone.

Looking at such a "heavy taste" and "restricted level" picture, Zhang Cheng only felt that his appetite was overwhelmed. The dinner he ate not long ago kept coming up, and it might rush out of his throat at any time.

Fortunately, at the moment when he wanted to vomit but hadn't vomited out, a very rhythmic sound suddenly came from a distance, which made him quickly divert his attention, and within a few seconds he heard the roar of the horse.

In less than three to five minutes, a long dragon made of torches appeared in the distance from the forest path...

Chapter 12 Violet Enchantment

"Ah, there are guests here again. It seems that tonight is destined to be a sleepless night..." Zhang Cheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said to himself in a very teasing tone.

Although he didn't know who these guys on horseback were or what faction they belonged to, one thing was certain, that was, they definitely wouldn't be the Forgotten Ones.

Because they are resurrected by the shadow energy, their physiological structure is completely different from that of normal people. Even without a little light, they can see everything around them clearly. horses.

In fact, before these undead got close to the horses, the war horses with keen perception would immediately run away in fright. They could only ride the death war horses that were also resurrected by the shadow energy, and the death war horses could not make any noise.

Since he is a living person, he will naturally not have any good feelings for the undead.

To be precise, the current intelligent life in the entire continent of Azeroth is skeptical of these Forsaken people who claim to have free will, and a small part of them firmly believes that they should not have existed from the beginning.

In particular, the Scarlet Crusade, which has always taken hatred and combating the undead as its mission, is constantly gathering troops to carry out indiscriminate attacks on the Scourge and Forsaken from the Plaguelands to the ruins of Lordaeron.

Zhang Cheng can guarantee that the person who should be most nervous right now is definitely not himself, but the expressionless leader of the Forsaken not far away.

Although they are all elites, in fact, due to their sparse population, they are simply unable to confront the powerful alliance in the eastern continent, and they barely maintain the balance of power by creating terrorist attacks and magical plagues.

Once a certain mistake caused heavy losses, they would not be able to recover for a long time, and would even be wiped out by the alliance, not to mention the final revenge against the Lich King.

It can be said that among all the forces in Azeroth, the Forsaken has the worst war potential.

At least before the Dark Queen Sylvanas decided to start excavating the cemetery on a large scale and forcibly awakening the dead sleeping in it, every one of them died would be one less.

In addition, the bodies of all the living dead will slowly rot under the erosion of time, so the number is always decreasing, instead of feeding offspring and multiplying like normal life.

"This is your confidence? A small group of reinforcements?" The eyes of the leader of the undead were frighteningly red, and they opened their mouths full of maggots and asked tentatively.

"Reinforcements? No, no, no, of course not. My confidence has never been reinforcements, but the knowledge and magical power of my head. As for the cavalry, I am not at all sure whether they belong to the enemy or allies. Of course, for you For these dead people, they will definitely not be friends..." As he spoke, Zhang Cheng took out a magic rune that shone with silver light from his pocket.

Before the other party could react, he suddenly activated the energy stored on the rune.

moment!

A violet light centered on the wooden house and spread in all directions...

Just when everyone didn't understand the use of this wonderful light, an undead screamed suddenly, dropped the hostage in his hand, covered his face and retreated quickly.

followed by the second, third, fourth...

In just a few seconds, all the Forsaken ran out of the area shrouded in violet light, and they didn't even have time to take away the box containing the arcane crystal.

Their pale blue skin showed a large number of disgusting sores and blisters, some even exploded, and a strange viscous liquid flowed out, and any plants that were dripped on them withered and died immediately.

In contrast, the surviving people did not show any discomfort. They all stared at this incredible scene with wide eyes, as if they wanted to figure out what happened.

But the leader of the Forsaken undoubtedly knew what this light meant, and said with a bloodthirsty sneer, "Dalaran's violet enchantment? Very good, living mage, you have successfully angered me. From now on, please be careful at all times." From the dagger behind me, I swear that I will slit your throat with my own hands, and enjoy your screams and wailing before you die."

"Hehe, save these boring verbal threats. If I were you, I would quickly think about how to deal with the troubles that may arise next. After all, generally speaking, dogs that bite people don't bark, and dogs that like to bark usually don't bark. It's a show." Zhang Cheng shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and put on an appearance that he was ready to watch a good show.

As the other party mentioned, the silver spell rune in his hand is the violet barrier that Dalaran uses to protect itself.

When Alsace led the Scourge Legion to attack Dalaran, he had suffered a lot from this thing, and finally managed to complete the task assigned by the Lich King with a quick surprise attack.

But unfortunately, the violet barrier failed to protect Dalaran in the end. Archimonde destroyed the magic city with unmatched power, and countless rune stones used to support the barrier were scattered everywhere.

When Ruisen escaped, he took advantage of the chaos to pick up some, and used the time of seclusion to repair and transform it many times, so that it only targeted undead and demons.

Any undead or demons entering the area shrouded in violet light will be immediately burned by powerful magic energy, and if they don't leave quickly, they will soon turn into a pool of rotten jelly.

The only regret is that there are not many such magic runes, and they will be completely scrapped after being used once, so they cannot be recycled.

Perhaps many people in the continent of Azeroth are afraid of the mysterious attacks of the Forsaken and the terrifying magic plague they are constantly developing and improving, but as a passer-by, Zhang Cheng doesn't care about these, and also needs to consider the consequences.

Anyway, he will leave this world in a short time, so as long as he doesn't disrupt the original historical process of Azeroth and doesn't attract the attention of the bronze dragons, he can do things that he thought he couldn't do before

"You will pay the price for your actions! A living person! A price you can't afford!"

"I'm waiting, but the premise is that you have to solve the current crisis."

"We have the firmest beliefs! We have the best fighting awareness and skills! And we have absolute loyalty to the queen! So nothing can defeat us!"

"Then let me wait and see."

……

Following the exchange of words between the two, the riders outside the woods quickly formed a circular encirclement net, surrounding the wooden house.

They were all wearing black leather armor and veils on their faces. There were between 40 and [-] of them. Most of them were holding cold weapons such as swords, shields, bows and crossbows. The gem staff, one can tell at a glance that it must be a spellcasting class.

Since becoming a mage, Zhang Cheng's perception of the attributes of magical energy has doubled. Even if he is tens of meters away, he can clearly feel the boiling shadow energy in the opponent's body.

Generally speaking, people with this kind of energy are basically warlocks, shadow priests, or shadow mages, and none of them are easy to deal with.

Chapter 13 The Scary Fat Blue

tense, depressed...

The riders approached at an extremely slow speed, and the Forsaken quickly backed up, forming a small defensive formation.

Although they didn't have the spears necessary to fight against cavalry, nor did they have giant tower shields to protect against horses, but they never showed a trace of timidity from the beginning to the end.

Perhaps for them who have already experienced more terrible experiences, there is nothing in this world worth fearing and fearing, even in the face of death.

Zhang Cheng stood on the balcony on the second floor, silently watching every move of the group of uninvited guests.